Teen!chester fic. "Dean?” His voice barely carried above the booming bass and he wondered if Dean even knew he was home. As he thought about that for a moment an oh-so-wickedly-wonderful idea formed in Sam's head. Dean, was so going to scream like a girl.

Sam
groaned slightly as he walked towards their most recent 'home'—he
used the term lightly because it was more of a rundown shack than a
house—when he heard the deep thumping bass of what was mostly
likely his brother's so-called music turned to ear-splitting levels
even from the end of the drive where he now stood. "Not today,"
he whined slightly before continuing to trudge towards the house.

Today
had been in a word…crappy. First off, he hadn't gotten all of his
homework done from the weekend, then he'd almost been late because
his brother
had been dragging his feet that morning after a late night, and
then—to top it all off—he had somehow ended up in detention
because the class bully decided that he would be a good target for
his spit ball practice. Of course, it hadn't helped Sam's case
when he had finally snapped and turned around to smack him for it.
Yeah, teachers don't take too kindly to that in their class rooms.
And now he was going to have to put up with listening to Dean's
awful music.

"This
day just keeps getting better and better." Sam sighed heavily and
put his key in the door.

It
almost seemed as if the door was pushed open by the blaring music and
Sam cringed slightly at the increase of volume. Yup, definitely
Metallica. He quickly moved inside and plunked his bag down on the
couch before removing his jacket.

Looking
around he couldn't see his brother and figured he must be upstairs.
"Dean?" His voice barely carried above the booming bass and he
wondered if Dean even knew he was home. As he thought about that for
a moment an oh-so-wickedly-wonderful idea formed in his head and a
smile began to grow on his face.

Suddenly
silence filled the house as the song ended and Sam froze for the
moment not sure if the stereo had been turned off or if it was just
between songs. When strains of heavy metal guitar began he let out a
small sigh and smiled again. This'll
be fun.

He
knew that if Dean was in his room that he usually sat on his bed
reading whatever car magazine he had managed to get his hands on at
the time and would have his feet propped up on the un-maid bed.

Which
Dad hated.

Dean
knew that his Dad wasn't supposed to be back until the next morning
and would usually wait until the last moment to clean things up
before he came home, but who said that he couldn't come home early?
And just happen
to catch Dean goofing off. Oh
yeah, this was going to be great.

As
Sam crept quickly through the creaky house letting the solid beat of
the song disguise his quiet footsteps he wondered how best to scare
Dean. He knew he would never get close enough to actually sneak up on
him, but maybe if he did it from outside the room?

Yeah,
that might actually work.

As
he got closer to the room a plan started to form in his mind and he
couldn't help the big grin that came across his face. Now to just
wait for the right moment.

He
stood outside their bedroom door with his hand poised on the door
handle waiting for the moment the song would end. He'd heard this
song a million times already, practically having the whole album
memorize even though he hated it, and knew that he probably had maybe
about a minute left. He bounced slightly on his toes and twitched his
fingers slightly in anticipation.

Any
second now.

Oh
Dean is so gonna scream like a girl.

The
final rift finished and started to fade and Sam tensed and grabbed
the door handle.

Suddenly
the door swung in pulling him with it and his eyes grew big as he
lost his footing and started to fall. In the blink of an eye, he
found himself flipping through the air as strong arms grabbed the
front of his shirt and propelled him into the room and he hit the
floor with a loud thump which pushed all the air out of his lungs.

"Hi
yah, Sammy," Dean said with a huge grin on his face as he hovered
above Sam, hands on hips, and looked like the cat who had eaten the
canary.

Sam
looked up at him in bewilderment which quickly morphed into
frustration as he realized his brother had gotten the drop on him
and he couldn't help but glare. "Dean," he said petulantly but
was drowned out by the next song starting up.

Dean
just smiled and walked over to his cobbled together stereo and
flicked off the switch leaving the room swimming in silence. "Sorry,
were you saying something?" Dean asked still with a smug grin on
his face and that just infuriated Sam even more.

"Damn
it, Dean," Sam said picking himself up off the floor. "Why do you
have to do that?"

Dean
just shrugged. "That's just who I am. Besides, I could hear you
coming from a mile away. You really should work on your stealth
moves, little brother."

Sam
just glared at him and tried to straighten out his shirt. "Yeah,
whatever." He started to walk out of the room still perturbed that
his plan had backfired when Dean put a hand on his chest to stop him.

Dean
let him go but followed him through the house and into the kitchen.
He waited until Sam had gotten himself a glass of milk and a sandwich
before sitting down at the table across from Sam and just…sat
there.

Sam
shifted slightly in irritation and tried to ignore him, but how do
you ignore Dean?
"Look, it's nothing alright? I just…had to stay after school
for detention," he said the last very quietly before stuffing a
huge bite of sandwich in his mouth.

"What?"
Dean sat back a little shocked but then his face clouded with
suspicion. "Sam…what did you do?"

"It
wasn't my fault! That big…idiot-"

"Who,
Max?"

"Yes,
he wouldn't…leave me alone, and I...kinda…lost it," Sam
finished feebly knowing how silly it sounded now but at the time it
had really ticked him off.

"What'd
he do?" Dean asked a little darkly and Sam could only imagine what
Dean was thinking Max had done and Sam cringed slightly and ducked
his head.

"He
kept hitting me with spit balls."

Dean's
eyebrows rose in surprise and then his face twisted in disgust at the
thought of a spit ball before turning to wary curiosity. "And what
did you do?"

Dean's
eyebrows were back to surprise. "You hit him?! Sam, you know you
can't do that. Especially-"

"No,
it wasn't like that. I didn't hit
him. I just…smacked him up side the head."

The
array of emotions that passed across Dean's face could only be
described as comical as he tried to figure out what was best to say
to that. "Oh," was all he could come up with at the time. "And
you got detention for that?"

"Well,
it's kinda hard to talk you're way out of it when nobody fesses
up that he was doing it and the teacher doesn't give a rat's ass
who did what. It was just my fault that I got caught doing it."

Dean
just nodded not knowing what else to do and then laughed slightly and
shook his head.

Sam
frowned slightly at that. "What?"

Dean
laughed again and looked up at Sam. "Man, it must have been
frickin' hilarious to see the look on his face when you smacked
him." He then laughed again and Sam couldn't help but smile also
remembering the surprised look on Max's face when he had turned
around and then smacked him. "Yeah, I guess."

Dean
let out a snort of laughter, which then seemed to catch with Sam, and
before long they were both laughing so hard they had tears coming to
their eyes. Soon the laughter died away and Sam sat there trying to
catch his breath feeling better than he had when he'd gotten home.

"But
seriously, Sam, you can't do stuff like that," Dean said fixing
Sam with a long look. "I know it's difficult, but you gotta
remember we won't be here that much longer. Dad will be done with
his hunt probably this weekend, and before you know it this place
will be just another blip on the radar."

Sam's
smile faded at that thought and he looked back down at his forgotten
sandwich suddenly not hungry any more. "Yeah, I guess."

"Besides,
if you have any problems bring them to me. Let me do the
ass-kicking. Okay?"

Sam
looked up at Dean for a moment and then back down at his sandwich and
nodded. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean
just nodded in return and smacked the table top. "No problem. What
are big brothers for?" He got up to leave and put a hand on Sam's
shoulder as he passed him.

"Hey,"
he said as he stopped in the doorway. Sam turned towards him with a
curious look. "You didn't do too bad earlier. I only knew you
were there because I saw your shadow under the door."

Sam
just blinked at that feeling a little ashamed now for trying to scare
Dean.

"Besides,
Dad did that to me once when I was younger and ever since I've been
more…aware of my surroundings."

Sam's
eyebrows shot up at that comment but then figured that that would be
something that their Dad would do to prove a point.

"Hurry
up and get your homework done. We need to get this place cleaned up
before Dad gets back."

Sam
just nodded and smiled. "Okay, but only if we can have pizza for
supper."